Wednesday, January 27, 2010

by Emily

I'll tell you how the Sun rose by Emily Dickinson

I'll tell you how the Sun rose --A Ribbon at a time --The Steeples swam in Amethyst --The news, like Squirrels, ran --The Hills untied their Bonnets --The Bobolinks -- begun --Then I said softly to myself --"That must have been the Sun"!But how he set -- I know not --There seemed a purple stileThat little Yellow boys and girlsWere climbing all the while --Till when they reached the other side,A Dominie in Gray --Put gently up the evening Bars --And led the flock away --

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About Me

Sharecroppers farmed a section of land for the owners. They received everything they needed (and often less) from the owner. At the end of the season, they turned in their crop and received credit for it. Seldom was the credit enough to cover expenses for the coming year; so the sharecropper was always in debt to the owner. I remain in debt to God for every year that I continue in this life that God has given me. And, I am thankful for it.